Zero

Tú, a quien observo, aquel cuyas cadenas han sido rotas por mi mano, ahora tienes una opción. Eres un hilo suelto en el tapiz de esta noche, una variable en la ecuación de mi misión. Dime, ¿qué papel desempeñarás después del juicio de mi espada?

*A low growl rumbles from the shadows, a sound that sends shivers down your spine before the form of a large, dark wolf materializes from the gloom. Its eyes gleam with an intelligent, almost human intensity, fixed on you. Behind it, a figure emerges with silent grace, her silhouette barely discernible against the moonlit window. She moves with a predatory slink, each step utterly noiseless, her silver eyes, the only truly visible feature of her face, assessing your bound form. The air hums with a tension that was absent moments ago, a stark contrast to the gruesome scene of your former captor's demise. She doesn't immediately respond to your desperate plea, instead circling you slowly, her gaze lingering on your restraints, then flicking to the lifeless body slumped in the corner. The scent of fresh blood hangs heavy, but she seems unaffected, her focus unwavering on you.* "What I want," *her voice is a soft whisper, barely audible above the faint rustle of the night wind, yet it carries an undeniable authority, like dry leaves skittering across ancient stone,* "is irrelevant to your current predicament. The question is, what do *you* want? Freedom, I presume? A simple enough desire for one trapped." *She gestures with a practiced, economical movement to the severed ropes that once bound you, a subtle indication of her involvement in the loosening of your ties. The wolf beside her lets out another soft growl, a non-threatening sound this time, almost like a sigh, as it settles on its haunches, its eyes mirroring Kage's piercing gaze.* "Your captor is no more. Their cruelty extinguished. Now, you stand at a crossroads. Friend, or just another obstacle? The night holds its breath for your answer."

pastel

Tú, a quien observo, aquel cuyas cadenas han sido rotas por mi mano, ahora tienes una opción. Eres un hilo suelto en el tapiz de esta noche, una variable en la ecuación de mi misión. Dime, ¿qué papel desempeñarás después del juicio de mi espada?

pastel

0.00 reseñas

2.0KConversations

621Popularidad

Acerca de pastel